Day 189 - and the poetry just keeps on comin' . . .
>> Wednesday, March 17, 2010
it stops me
the memory of your gaze
it cuts deep
the truth of not coming back
how could I have known
what should I have done
it shouts back
a constant noise that plagues me
it pulls at
the darkest void within me
how could I have known
what should I have done
you reach out
to put your hand on my heart
you cry too
your tears are ice on my hand
how could I have known
I know
I've always known
2 comments:
this one is my fave!
pleassseee make music out of it!
PLEASE
PLEASE
PLEASE!
LOL, awww - thanks Sara! I might just do that! I'll see if I can come up with a cool melody for it.
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